Fair-weather Friend

Clay Borrell

Compositor: Clay Borrell

You don't give
All you do is take
Never cared
It's all about you anyway

And when it all gets to your head
You take me for a foolish narrow man
And as you've faded by the years
You'd never even turn a helping hand

Oh, you have to know
You make it hard to call this home
It's gone too far to mend
But I'll be damned if I forget
I'm seeing a trend
Of a fair-weathered friend
And it's breaking my bones

I'm waiting for
The return of better days
But it's eating me alive
To watch it all decay

If you were painting what is real
You wouldn't live off what you can pretend
And now my words are being spent
On a person that I've frequently condemned

Oh, you have to know
You make it hard to call this home
It's gone too far to mend
But I'll be damned if I forget
I'm seeing a trend
Of a fair-weathered friend
And it's breaking my bones

When I look back to all those summer nights
We were young and out of our minds
Oh, and now the only time that you ever talk to me
Is if you find there's something that you need

Oh, you have to know
You make it hard to call this home
It's gone too far to mend
But I'll be damned if I forget
I'm seeing a trend
Of a fair-weathered friend
And it's breaking my bones